When in Vegas Ch. 01

I used to think I didn't like Las Vegas because I don't like to gamble (lose money) and it's in the desert. Of course, I later realized I love Vegas because it's a great place to be a pervy, kinky-minded person and meet people with similar interests. And also, there is a lot to do around the area. The desert is really a beautiful place.

So, I got a two-week work assignment in Las Vegas. It was not a high budget trip, so I reserved a room at a Residence Inn. It suited me fine because it was very close to some casinos, restaurants, etc.

Of course, the first thing I did after checking in was hit the pool. I put on a thong and a tank top, and some flip flops. I walked out to the pool with a towel wrapped around me, and dropped the towel as soon as I go to the pool.

There were a few people hanging around including a couple of women in string-thong bikinis. One of them was an incredibly attractive, statuesque woman who gave me the sweetest smile when I said hello. She was a vision laying back on her lounge chair.

I got in the pool for a while and emerged with my thong, almost totally sheer and clinging to my cock for all to see. It felt so great when the same woman said hello and smiled sweetly again as she stole a glance at my not-very-subtle display. The evening went on and there's a story I'll save for the next episode.

The next day, I put in a long day of appointments and decided to hit the pool again for an hour or two. I wanted to just relax before thinking about what I might do that night. I had forgotten about the long-legged beauty I encountered the evening before until I was in my room putting on my bathing suit.

When I did remember, I decided to wear my most outrageously tiny thong just for the hell of it in case she was back. This time, I walked out to the pool without a tank top or towel wrapped around me. The planets were aligned, I guess because there she was: sitting on a towel on the edge of the pool with her perfect legs in the water.

She was wearing a sexy, sort of high on the hips, thong that was a very pale shade of green. The very same shade of green as my g-string thong bathing suite. Smiled again and I said hello. The conversation flowed immediately after I said "nice bathing suite." She laughed because our bathing suites were the exact same color. I was dying to see hers wet.

I asked if I could join her and we sat on the edge of the pool talking like we had known each other a long time. She was in town trying out for a "show girl" job at a casino. That explained her incredible legs and tall, slim figure. We took turns standing in the water to cool off while talking face to face. Of course, my thong stayed wet and sheer and I was on the edge of having a full hard-on the whole time we talked.

Finally, we had talked about everything we could think of. It was time to make a move. I asked her out to dinner, but she said she was afraid of staying out late and not being at her best the next morning for try-outs. So, I suggested we get something from room service or delivery and watch a movie in my room.

She said OK, but she'd prefer I come to her room. Of course, I accepted. We covered up in towels, and went to the lobby and got a couple of glasses of wine and a couple of beers. I thought I was dreaming. Could this be happening to me?

People looked at us in a way that you could tell they were thinking we were "a couple." A sexy fucking couple. I mean I'm OK to look at, but she was stunning. Just hanging out with her was.... well anyway, we went straight to her room and called a take-out place from some menus in the lobby to deliver a couple of salads and sandwiches. I felt so fucking horny walking around in my string thong. I never even suggested I go change and meet her at her room.

When we got there, she immediately said she wanted to change out of her wet bikini. She went into the bedroom and came back out in a bra and panties. They were not overtly sexy. Less revealing than the bikini, but I was incredulous. She said she wanted to keep it even since I was still wearing "panties, sort of." My cock sprung to full stiffness...

Then, she said she had been dying to ask me why I wore thongs; how long I had been wearing them; what it felt like as a straight (if I was?) guy to wear them, etc. I love to answer these questions for women.

I told her I liked going to nude beaches and wearing as little as possible when I could not go nude. I also said that frankly, it is a big turn on for me - obviously. I told her about how I pretty much think about going nude or wearing thongs in public all the time...

About then, the delivery man came. I answered the door and the guy was not the least been surprised to see a guy in a string thong! Then, when my friend walked over to chip in some cash, his eyes lit up like saucers. I'm pretty sure he figured I had myself a very expensive call girl.

We put the food down and went back to our conversation, only now we were groping each other all over. I sank down to my knees and started licking and kissing her inner thighs. Her legs opened like a flower and I could smell her beautiful damp pussy.

I slid off her panties and started teasing her clit with my tongue. Before long I was getting my face fucked. She was grinding her cunt into my face as I licked, sucked and ate pussy every way I knew how. By then, I was stroking my cock slick with pre-cum. She glanced down and watched me stroking myself then jammed my face deeper into her pussy. She came for so long I thought I was going to suffocate.

Then, she relaxed and laid back on the bead with her legs still spread. I stood between her legs and finished myself off. I shot spurts of cum on her stomach and bra. What an intense orgasm.

We took a shower together, then ate and watched half a movie.